Novel & Cerita Best Mystery Drama Audiobooks

“Don’t be shocked, okay? I also reviewed the footage and found out that there was no driver. Jerome traced the plate number but it was odd that it wasn’t even registered.” The hair on the back of my neck stood up after what I heard from him and that made me flinched at the moment. That was the same dark and mysterious night where all I could see was complete darkness in the balcony. I felt a flash of terror on my chest but I didn’t make it transparent to him. Would that be Juno’s doing? She might have wanted to kill me out of jealousy. “Can you promise me one thing, Aris?” I stopped from walking that made him do the same thing.

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

It left him feeling drained. It did not register right away that they were not alone in the room. ‘And here I thought you would be heartbroken and drive yourself to the ground because of worry, and what do I find? You are so distracted kissing this young lady, you forgot about what happened,’ said the voice. ‘Dad, I..,’ he said, hiding Clara behind him. He clamored to defend himself. ‘That’s not how it looks. The FBI was just here, and I’ve been poring over the footage, trying to find clues. But… wait, why are you here?

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 🔥👤 (Far from Earth 🌍) . Chapter 4🩸 . By Destiny . . Mollie let out a loud terrified scream. Kathy backed away from me. Charles kept repeating "You killed him, Amaya. You killed him". My eyes spun through the crowd. Then I fixed my gaze on the corpse. Daniel. Dead. Doomed. Everything was happening fast, the principal came to the class. And next were the police. Then, I was on the police van, heading to the prison.

Now I had an advantage. “Love, in the end we are all murderers” He purred behind me. Suddenly pain erupted in the back of my skull. As dots flashed in my vision. I gave one last glare towards the henchmen who were still watching from afar. One of them, a male with startling sapphire eyes stiffened taking a few cautious steps forward. He appeared to be talking to the leader above me. Though with my ringing ears all I could see was black spots as they conversed before being engulfed in the claiming blackness. Maybe we should of left before the ball...

“It seems you know a bit about me, so you must realize I’m not a fraud. I’m wondering if your wife might be interested in coming in for an audition?” “What role are you considering for my wife?” Landon asked. Yannick raised an eyebrow slightly. The way Landon spoke was quite intriguing. He was not just another overly excited person or someone trying to put on airs; instead, he sounded composed and worldly. “Well,” Yannick began, “we’re producing a historical piece and need someone to play a mysterious and aloof sage.” As soon as Yannick finished speaking, Landon was at a loss for words. “Mr. Hart, are you sure you need someone to play a mysterious sage?” Landon would have liked to see inside

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

I glanced at my phone. The call log was there—the most recent call, and the one before it. Hallucination? Impossible. I cursed myself for not recording the call. If I ruled out hallucination, then the person who had just spoken to the police might not have been Edmund at all. If someone knew how to mimic voices, the distortion over a phone line would make it easy to fool the listener. And if Edmund really was being held captive, there was only one suspect—Roger.

The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the voice of the news anchor echoing from the television. Alicia’s eyes were fixed on the screen, unblinking, as the scandal unfolded—her family’s name dragged through the mud in front of the entire city. Her breathing grew shallow, panic gripping her chest.

Nisha pulled the shirt out all the way, there was something stiff in the corner of her neck. "For God's sake," Nisha put a hand to her mouth. "It's blood." There was indeed dried blood on one of my shirts. Why the fuck did Davis have that? A chill ran through my body as I imagined that Davis was my killer. He was supposed to be my best friend, what did I do wrong with him? I tried to remember but couldn't find anything. At least on my part. "That's not all, Max." Nisha finished pulling out what was in the black bag. There was a notebook, it was also my notebook, but the last thing was the last straw: